A/N: I have read many stories where Harry had a brother and that brother was the BWL. Also there were many stories of the GWL. So, that is the one of the main plot things in this story.

"Children are jealous little spitballs. Especially when their parent's attention are aimed elsewhere."

- Anon

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Harry Potter was a rather normal two year old boy. He had loving parents and a tiny baby brother. At that moment, his mind had not yet developed to a point where he understand the words 'brother' or 'mommy'. He knew what it felt like to be warm, to be cuddled. Touch was a wondrous thing for a baby. Sight was also another important thing. The world was blurry to him, he constantly bumped into things. But through the blurry world he saw red hair, black hair, and bright green eyes. He saw things that fly in the air like birds but do not posses wings. For example, a dustpan, a plant, and various household objects. It was magic, but at that moment he did not understand the concept of 'magic'.

He was just enthralled, curiosity flaring with each passing day.

He liked the sparkles, the light. He liked the sounds, and the jets of differently colored lights. He wasn't scared of thunder or lightning. While his little brother cried, he stared out the window, his own bright green eyes searching for the next strike.

Sadly for Harry and his brother, the good times were going to get really bad.

It was a bright and cheery afternoon when Voldemort walked through the front door. Lily and James Potter deposited Harry and Henry at Lily's parent's house. Petunia was there as well and resolved not to get near the brats as she deemed them. Her own son was with Vernon.

The reason for this small act of celebration was that Voldemort's forces were being unusually quiet. After the prophecy was found, families who fell under it were put under the Fidelius charm. Extended family was also put under the charm so that Voldemort would not have an advantage. Voldemort was using his troops to find the families and to wipe them all out. Some of the families worked with the Order of the Phoenix and offered themselves as bait. Dumbledore refused. Instead he worked on impeding Voldemort's troops.

The few days of silence and lack of attack was a breath of relief for the Light side. There were multiple reasons for this and one of the main possible reasons was the devastating loss of one of Voldemort's stronghold. Many death eaters were captured and several prisoners were saved. Voldemort was probably torturing his followers for failing him so horribly.

The Light side was celebrating. In this fit of happiness, Lily thought her two children should meet their grandparents. Lily's parents gushed over the two boys. Petunia, Lily's sister, was not a gusher for Lily's spawn. She grabbed a book and went up to the attic determined to be civil. If it meant she was not to be seen for the entire day then so be it.

Petunia wasn't a bad person, just prejudice and ignorant and very human. She just expressed her views more vocally than some people. She was also had very accomplished screech. Petunia secretly harbored feelings of jealousy for Lily. She hated how her parents just focused on Lily and did not express the same amount of attention to her. There were times she wished she was a witch just so that her parents would pay attention to her.

The grandparents gushed over the two children for the entire day. They left the two children in their crib and went to the living room to watch a movie. Petunia fell asleep in the attic only to awaken later to hear two children screaming. She hurried down the stairs. She smelled smoke, lots of smoke. She first went to her parents. They were still, unmoving, not breathing. They were dead. Petunia sobbed before covering their bodies with a blanket.

Petunia then went over to the children, stepping around a big black stain on the ground. The stain was not there previously and Petunia was not stupid. There was also a wand laying on the ground. She ignored that too. She went over to the two boys. They were bleeding. The big one, Harry, had blood on his face. The smaller one had blood on his palm. First she wiped the blood off them and cleaned their wounds. Harry had a lightning bolt shape cut on his forehead and Henry had an oddly shaped letter on his. Petunia hurriedly went over to the phone. All the electrical appliances were lined with lead so that they could actually work. Petunia started dialing before stopping. The police cannot be alerted. Petunia gritted her teeth before grabbing the floo powder.

She threw the green powder into the fire. It turned green.

"The Burrow." She then stepped into it.

The electrical outlet behind the crib crackled ominously.

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Hours later, James and Lily Potter were cradling their children. The medics gave the two boys a clean bill of health except for the scars. They were waiting for Albus Dumbledore. He had to tell them something important.

Dumbledore walked in his twinkling eyes dimmed.

"Albus, is something the matter?" Asked Lily, concerned, she had just lost her parents to Voldemort and her children had a near death experience. She hoped that Albus didn't have any bad news to give her.

Dumbledore shook his head.

"I have something of grave news to tell you." He paused. "But first, the good news. Voldemort is dead."

"Yes!" James sad jubilantly. "The bastard is gone!"

"But how?" Lily was the voice of reason and calmed James down.

"Henry fulfilled the prophecy."

"Why not Harry?" Harry yawned sleepily in his mother's arms before going back to sleep.

Dumbledore looked at Harry before smiling sadly. "Harry is a squib Lily."

"What? How?" Lily was near tears. Her poor baby boy was a squib.

"Look at the mark on Henry's palm."

The two parents looked. It looked like a rune.

"That mark is a rune. What it does is suck magic. I fear that Henry sucked away Harry's magic. When Voldemort used the Killing Curse, somehow in that moment, Henry received that scar and instinctively funneled magic from the nearest thing to him which was Harry. He also seemed to have sucked a bit of the magic in the Killing Curse. That may be the reason why they were not dead"

Lily gasped. "But…what of Harry's scar? The medics had tried to remove that too but it could not be removed."

"Harry too received a scar by the Killing Curse. Henry must've used their combined magic to repel the Killing Curse. Both of them have a faint dark magic aura around them. Henry's is stronger."

"But why Henry? He barely a year old. How could he do this?"

"I don't know. Magic is still a strange and mysterious thing. While we may know some things there are many things we don't know. The truth is that I don't know how but I do know that Henry did it. He was the only one with magic. Harry is a squib. He won't ever regain his magic again or use magic."

Lily closed her eyes, tears leaking out. James hugged her awkwardly. Squib children's birth were not recorded by the Ministry. Once Harry was officially recorded as a squib his birth records will be erased. Harry would then be sent to Petunia, the only living relatives on Lily's side. It was the only way he would be happy.

"We will see him again Lily," whispered James. "We will."

Lily nodded. Harry clutched onto his mother, his unconscious mind knowing that he won't be seeing her again for a long time.

The next day Henry Potter was declared the Boy-Who-Lived, while his older brother was sent to his relatives. Only those who knew of Harry's existence beforehand were there to say goodbye.

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Ten years has passed and finally Henry Potter was going to Hogwarts. He couldn't wait. His parents taught him some magic already but just going to school to learn about magic was marvelous.

He rubbed the glove that covered his right hand. Stupid rune he thought. It brought him too much trouble. He liked being the center of attention for the first few years but soon he grew tired of it. That was one reason he wanted to go to Hogwarts, no reporters. No nagging parents either. But knowing his mum, he would be required to send letters every single day. His dad was the Defense Against the Dark arts teacher so there was no escaping from him. At least he would be safe. After the sixth attempted assassination attempt, his parents became more paranoid of his safety. Thus began his magic training.

A red headed boy walked in. "Hi, can I come in?"

Henry nodded. He waited for the recognition to hit.

"I'm Ron. Who are you?"

Henry blinked at first. He then smiled grandly. "I'm Henry, Henry Potter."

"Wow." Ron gaped. He pointed at Henry's hand. "Can I see?"

Henry shook his head. "Not if you want your magic sucked away from you. I still can't control it."

"Ah." Ron scooted away. "That's interesting."

Henry smirked. "It is."

Ron liked Henry. He wasn't pompous. He was cool. He even had red hair. Not as red as Ron's but it was a nice bright fiery red. Henry didn't remark about Ron's clothes or his taped up wand. The two boys talked about broomsticks and teams.

The door opened again, this time a bushy haired girl walked in.

"Hi, I'm Hermione Granger."

"I'm Ron and--

He was cut off.

"You're Henry Potter." Hermione was looking at Henry's glove. "Right?"

Henry nodded. "Yeah."

"I read everything about you. Everything anybody wrote about you. You're in so many books and newspapers. Do you know exactly how many books have been written about you?"

"Yeah." Henry said glumly. "Two-hundred and four."

Hermione sat down. "Are any of them true?"

Henry snorted. "Some. Not all. I mean seriously most of those are based on rumors and stuff, makes my life bloody awful when people come up asking me if I had eleven toes or three eyes."

It was an interesting start to a friendship.

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Meanwhile back in Surrey Harry and Dudley were playing street hockey. The two cousins were good friends. A twelve year old boy whacked the puck into the goal, past the defender.

"Yes! I am great!" Harry crowed. "Haha, beat that Dudley."

Dudley in reply took the puck and whacked it back at Harry. Harry ducked as the puck whistled above him.

"Hey!" Harry yelled in protest.

Dudley stuck his tongue out before snickering. He looked at the sky. "We should get back home before dad goes postal."

Harry nodded. Vernon was not a violent man but knew when to discipline his son and nephew. Over the past few years, Harry's life at the Dursley's house was tolerant and sometimes enjoyable. In the beginning, he was shut in a cupboard. He did all the work in the household and was punished often.

It was only later, when Harry and Dudley were in extreme danger did Harry's home life changed. After that wake-up call Dudley started boxing and learning martial arts. Harry tagged along, failing miserably at the boxing but excelling in martial arts.

Dudley was now fit, strong and quick. He was popular and for once protected people from bullies. His old friends were not friends anymore. He was a better person. A person parents could be proud of.

Harry loved marital arts. It made him happy that he could have the freedom to learn how to do amazing feats of flexibility and acrobatics. He was also normal. He loved changing his hair, dying it various colors. He was going to be a pilot. The thought of flying gave him the tingles. Also he wanted to see the inside of a thunderstorm. Lighting also fascinated him, the smell of rain and burnt ozone.

He also liked magic tricks. When he first preformed his first trick his aunt and uncle freaked. He never did them anymore. He stuck to doing normal teenage stuff like skateboarding. He was a good kid and he wanted to make his aunt and uncle proud of him. He wanted them to be happy.

After his eleventh birthday, Petunia warmed up to him. She was more motherly to him. She wasn't as vicious but still strict. Vernon was the same as well. He wasn't prone to hit Harry as much as before. There were at times he would hit Harry for the littlest of things but now Harry had Petunia on his side as well as Dudley.

Life was okay for him, it was fine. He was alive and it was almost his birthday. He was going to be thirteen. Something important was going to happen. He could feel it. Little did he know, it was indeed very important. It was life changing.

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